Baby legs

I purchased Logan a set of baby legs, which are wonderful little kiddie leggings. This way legs stay warm and pants don't ride up. Don thinks they are girly, but he is wrong. Here he is crying because Don keeps putting that hat on him all silly and inside-out. That would make anyone unhappy. Don would say it was the baby legs that made him sad, but again, he would be wrong.
Yesterday morning more folks were looking at our condo (it is sooo clean right now) so we were out and about. We went to a local diner called the Lumberjack that we have lived in close proximity to for over seven years, but never actually ate at. It was an interesting mix of clientele, your older patrons, the locals, the youngish couples like Don and I, and the uber-gay men. We wish we had gone sooner, it was tasty and Logan loved the waitstaff. What a flirt.
Oh, and last thing on sleep. We are getting some! He only woke once at 2:10 last night, needed a little help getting back to sleep and then we didn't hear from him again until 6:20 (!). This has been going on for a few days now. We love the sleep lady...